So Haymitch, what do you think of the games have one hundred percent more competitors than usual?” asks Caesar. Haymitch shrugs. “I don’t see that it makes that much difference. They’ll still be one hundred percent as stupid as usual, so I figure my odds will be roughly the same.

I guess this is a bad time to mention I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane's name on it.

You call that a kiss?

By the end of the session, I am no one at all. Haymitch started drinking somewhere around witty, and a nasty edge has crept into his voice. "I give up, sweetheart. Just answer the questions and try not to let the audience see how openly you despise them.

If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it.

If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.

Whose is it, do you think?" I say finally. "No telling," says Finnick. "Why don't we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?